I wonder sometimes if I should apologize for some of the things I say to people...or for the things I just throw out there. Then I think..if I threw it out ther...don't pick it up if you don't want it. Someday I may get a clue. Or a life. Or a Coney Dog with cincinatti style chili on it and cheese and onions. mmmm. Gotta love cincinatti style chili. It goes down like candy and gives you gas like regular chili. 3 way...4 way...doesn't matter how you eat it...chili from Cin city is the best. (goes downstairs to look for his recipe)
A pick axe is for someone with a very large nose who gets dry crustations far too often. If you slip someone a fin wil they return the favor by slap a crab claw on you? These questions plague me in the nether regions of my though processes. They hide just waiting to jump at and say "Boo." Then after I change my pants and take a shower they apologize and we have quite a laugh. My son is start a zoo. He says he has shirt animals. not animals on his shirt....animals living in his shirt...I know I wasjh his clothes I just got finished folding the shirt he had on when he said it. I think he's hiding those animals somewhere and putting them in his shirt on purpose.
Toyota, Toyota, Abe Vigoda. Raid Raid, inkwell braid, Dance dance, I lost my pants. Torn torn, I am forlorn. Bright bright, Turn out the light. Fred Fred, don't ask if he's dead. George George, buried deep in a gorge. Shirley, Shirley...is also named Bob.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
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